"In this world, I am God, who can punish me?"
The old monk standing quietly in the snow showed an extremely proud and proud look on his face, as if he was the master of this world.
He said calmly: "Even if I kill you, it will only be to avenge the dead. Even if the government comes to visit, you must be held accountable first."
Having said this, the old monk raised his head wearing a bamboo hat and looked at the gray sky on the snow-capped mountains. With a proud smile on his face, he said, "Because I am the Buddha in this temple."
Li Xiuyuan sneered secretly in his heart, not knowing what to reply.
He has been struggling between life and death since he was a child. He has killed countless killer bandits who wanted his life. He has many debts in his heart. You are not the first guy who wants my life.
Shaking his head gently, he stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake, trying to let her stay in his palm for a while longer.
Seeing the snowflakes gradually melting and turning into a touch of frost, I couldn't help but sigh, it's not enough.
He raised his head, looked at the old monk and laughed: "You are an idiot, but you still don't admit it. If you were the Buddha at the foot of the mountain, where would you be when the big Buddha collapsed?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him with a joking look and said: "If you are a Buddha, why did the Buddha at the foot of the mountain be changed to a Buddhist temple in the end?"
He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that you are indeed the craziest old monk in the temple at the foot of the mountain.
The old monk, who had gradually calmed down, was angered by Li Xiuyuan's words.
When the Buddha collapsed, the old monk was still in retreat.
Although he also understood that the gods on the snow-capped mountains did not want a giant Buddha to appear at the foot of the mountain, he would never allow Li Xiuyuan to reveal the matter in front of him.
Gradually, a flame burned again in his eyes.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he said, "Are you afraid of death? Tell me, if there is anything else you want to say, before it's too late, let it be your last words."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, his face showed neither sadness nor joy, and there was no reaction at all.
He just asked: "If I kill you in the snow, will the abbot master come to trouble me? Will the elders in the temple come to fight with me?"
"No." The old monk said seriously: "I am the elder, I have the final say."
Li Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "That's good. You know, I am a person who is afraid of trouble."
In the consciousness he released, he had already seen a thin monk standing under the Buddhist temple across the lake.
Although the little monk wearing a cotton-padded jacket could not see the situation behind the snow-fogged lake, he frowned and looked at the mountain road hidden in the wind and snow.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
He thought to himself: "If you don't want to be a bird in a cage, I can let you spread your wings and fly high."
It just so happened that Sanzang was going to the Western Regions to learn Buddhist scriptures. There was a little monk on the way, so it would be a little more fun.
The road is long, just like me alone in the snow-capped mountains, I feel as lonely as snow.
At this time, the old monk's face finally showed an expression of impatience, and even the bones in his body were ringing, indicating that he had gathered his true energy and was ready to take action.
The old monk said: "It's windy and snowy today. It's a good time to conquer the devil. Before I met you, I hesitated whether to kill you or not. After meeting you, I changed my mind."
Li Xiuyuan replied coldly: "Because I'm afraid of trouble. Since you are about to take action, if I don't satisfy you, won't I give you the opportunity to kill me again and again?"
Even if you are a saint in your heart, you will still have three points of fire, not to mention that I am not a saint yet.
You can't kill me just because I'm going to kill you, right?
The two people's eyes met in the wind and snow, and they were like two sharp swords cutting together instantly. The old monk had an illusion for a moment, is this guy a teenager?
Or is it the reincarnation of a century-old demon? Otherwise, how could he feel the aura of death with just a look in his eyes?
Take a deep breath.
The old monk looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "I have changed my mind now. Out of respect for the enemy, after your death, I will take you to the snow mountain for burial."
Li Xiuyuan looked at half of the old man's face hidden under the bamboo hat, and thought of the dying old plum tree that his master had planted in the mountains.
Under the dead branches, there was no life left.
If it weren't for his arrival, he would have disappeared on the snowy mountains and finally returned to dust.
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan took out an iron sword and held it in his hand.
He is not like the old monk who thinks he is the master of the world, and he does not want to fight in close combat with the old monk. He wants to keep the enemy within three feet of himself.
Although he could not summon the power of this side of heaven and earth, the world three feet in front of him was dominated by his sword.
Even if the old monk in front of him is a peerless monk who is about to break through the void, he still has the physical power of Buddhism.
The old monk saw Li Xiuyuan taking out a long sword from nowhere, and couldn't help but be startled. He thought to himself, are you a monk holding a long sword?
However, this question was quickly denied by him. Even if Li Xiuyuan took out a magic sword now, he would still pull out this thorn in his heart.
He stretched out his palm like a dead branch and said coldly: "It seems that you have been prepared for it!"
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"That's natural. My young master is always prepared."
The old man picked up the spirit tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. He took a small jar of strong liquor from the shelf behind him. Seeing the fight starting, he wanted to drink a strong cup to soothe the depression in his heart.
Looking at Qin Xiangyu in front of him, he asked: "This jar of wine is the Shao Dao that the young master brought back from the desert. It is stronger than the wine we make. Would you like to try it, shopkeeper Qin?"
Qin Xiangyu was stunned, looked at the old man and said, "Is it inevitable? Of course I want to drink a glass of wine from the desert."
The old man held the wine jar and slowly poured the strong liquor from the depths of the desert into their glasses.
He said quietly: "No matter how much money you spend, you can't drink this vat of wine."
Qin Xiangyu was stunned and asked in disbelief: "What's so special about this wine?"
The old man shook his head: "It's nothing special. It's just that this is a vat of strong wine that has accumulated over the years. How can it be compared to the burning knife in the desert today?"
Qin Xiangyu looked at the thick liquor in the cup with doubt, and couldn't help but take a sip.
In an instant, like a burning flame, it shot straight from the throat to the chest and abdomen.
With a cry of "Hoo!", Qin Xiangyu slapped the table and shouted: "What a strong wine, what a deep power of time."
Qin Xiangyu likes drinking and has drunk desert spirits. As the old man said, the spirit in this vat that has been aged for a long time has a taste that she has never heard of.
The old man sighed, took out a small plate of peanuts from behind and placed it on the table.
He took a small sip, feeling the burning fire in his chest and abdomen, and said: "Under the snow-capped mountains, there is going to be a fierce battle before our eyes."
Qin Xiangyu was stunned, then reached out and grabbed two peanuts and stopped in mid-air.
I couldn't help but look at the old man and asked: "Senior, is it possible that you have clairvoyance and can see the scene happening under the snow-capped mountains? Can you teach me?"
Out of admiration for chivalrous people, Qin Xiangyu's dream is that one day he can wield a sword in the rivers and lakes, lean on small bridges and flowing water, and be a monk who enjoys vengeance and revenge.
"Okay!" The old man said with a smile: "When the New Year comes, I will ask the young master to cook a pot of soup and invite you to try it."
"Ah! Is it that simple?"
This time it was Qin Xiangyu's turn to be in a daze. She just said it casually, but she didn't expect that the mysterious old man in front of her agreed to her casually.
She asked with an incredulous look: "Senior, are you telling the truth?"
The old man nodded: "Practice is the same as practicing Buddhism. Everyone has the right to make a choice. It is not difficult. But for now, I still have to wait for the young master to solve the trouble under the snow-capped mountains."
Qin Xiangyu took a deep breath when he heard this and asked: "So, the little shopkeeper is also a little monk?"
"Him?"
The old man shook his head and replied calmly: "Young Master is just a mortal, without a trace of spiritual power in his body."
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"You are just a mortal. How can a mortal without spiritual power fight me?"
The old monk in the snowstorm laughed, and laughed coldly: "They say that man can never defeat God. You should think about your last words. I can carve them on your tombstone for free."
"Yeah, you still figured me out."
Looking at the hazy sky above his head, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said, "Master, you have also seen that without spiritual power, the disciple is bullied time and time again."
When the old monk heard this, he proudly moved the bamboo hat on his head upwards, revealing his old and skinny face.
Hehe smiled and said: "By the way, I don't mind who your master is. You can ask him to come here now. I will give you this last chance."
The old monk looked proud, and his intention was clearly to wait for your master to come over, and I would kill both your master and his disciple.
Only in this way can he show his unparalleled cultivation and his generosity.
"Master, did you hear that? Why don't you just fall into a thunderstorm and save the disciples from having to fight with others desperately?"
Looking back at the sky, Li Xiuyuan also knew that the old Taoist priest would never respond to his request just because of the little difficulty at hand.
Even the old monk would not pay attention to his unreasonable behavior.
Looking at the old monk in front of him, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "To tell you the truth, my master is not very reliable. He often ignores me when I am in trouble and only occasionally shows his face when I have something delicious to eat. "
The old monk laughed wildly upon hearing this.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan was just a child who would not grow up in his eyes.
How can any disciple in this world dare to smear his master behind his back like this?
If a few of his disciples dared to say that to him behind his back, they would probably have lost their hands or feet long ago.
After laughing for a long time, the old monk suppressed his laughter, rubbed his hands and said, "I made an exception today, and I talked a lot with you in the wind and snow."
"It's getting late, you can hit the road."
The old monk just used a little force to shake off the thick snow on his raincoat and bamboo hat. His outstretched right arm was like a pine branch on the cliff facing the wind and snow.
He said quietly: "Kill me, or be killed by me!"
The mountain wind carried the flying snow all over the sky, making the old monk's raincoat snap. His right palm exposed in the cold wind was like a long sword, shining with a cold edge in the cold wind.
At the moment, Li Xiuyuan was wearing a white shirt, even his black hair had already been dyed white by Feixue.
The thin clothes were blown loudly, which was even better than the old monk with sharp eyes.
I don’t know if the old monk intentionally or unintentionally overlooked a detail that was fatal to him.
That is, in this coldest season, the young man in front of him only wore a thin white shirt, not even a raincoat or hat.
Will such a young man be a fish that can be slaughtered by him?
Li Xiuyuan sighed and quietly stared at the old man's sword-like palms. This was the first time he encountered an opponent who dared to face the enemy with a pair of palms in front of him.
Even so, the sword he held tightly in his left hand was still unsheathed. He was waiting for the old monk in front of him to make the first move.
Whether it was like a mountain or like a strong wind, Li Xiuyuan calmed down instantly as he quietly felt the cold wind blowing on his body.
At this moment, he melted himself into the wind and snow.
He is the snow mountain, and the snow mountain behind him is him.
The old monk's eyelids twitched, and in just a blink of an eye, he felt that the careless young man in front of him had changed.
In his eyes, he could no longer see the sword in the young man's hand.
In his eyes, the boy was just an unsheathed sword.
Just when he took a deep breath and prepared to attack, a childish voice rang out in the wind and snow.
"Master said, old monk, please stop!"
